Thinking a lot
This time I won't bother to lay all the details, all of these are prose..
Im reminded by my wits and charms.. It's dismayed..
The song of sorrow sings to me in our native lore,
Cast the boats I lay ashore..
My mind is nowhere deep
im trap in my own prison..
release me in this chains i seek..
gift..
Im reminded by my wits and charms.. It's dismayed..
The song of sorrow sings to me in our native lore,
Cast the boats I lay ashore..
My mind is nowhere deep
im trap in my own prison..
release me in this chains i seek..
gift..
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